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Tomek Lazuk

Lately things have just been getting out of hand.
Drifting from the grasp of my hand, are you.
My eyes are being blinded, by the sunshine of you.
I'm loosing all my senses, and can't seem to find my way out.
Out on the street, on the day the skies fall on me.
You're gone and I fear, that I need to hear, your voice.
See the way your lips moves, when you say those words.
Expirence the touch of hand, one last time.
I'd kill to kiss your lips one more time.
I just wanna look into your eyes.
Hatred is what I feel. My hands are shaking. My blood is pumping.
I hate the smell of your perfume, the way your hair moves, the way you look at me as if I was weird.
Hate the way you say my name, way you pretend to care, smile at me.
Hate the way you dress, the way you make your hair, the way you hate me for who I am, my shirts, my pants, my shoes, my hair.
I just hate everything you do, why do I love you.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Arms of Love
by: Roy Pond
from: Hemphill, TX, US

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